Was this guy for real? He didn't know her. Why should he care if she wanted to talk to someone? Yet still she didn't detect a lie on him. This wasn't a grift. Fine. So he was the only nice guy in this place. Even for as angry and hurt as she was Ava couldn't be a bitch to him.
"Ava," she answered as she pulled the drink he offered back to her. "And I'm fucking pissed off at this place, but I can't say it entirely sucks because as soon as I go home I'm dead."